Unspoken Desires

Stole my Heart

On December 31st, New Year's Eve, Draco was situated in his bedroom, attentively fastening his light blue distressed jeans. Just as he was buttoning them up, Harry entered the room, his eyes fixated on Draco's appearance, causing him to whistle appreciatively. "Someone is looking exceptionally attractive," Harry playfully taunted while making his way towards Draco. He placed both hands on Draco's hips and drew him closer. Draco glanced at Harry and flashed a smile. "Give me a moment to finish getting dressed, please," Draco requested, noticing that his jeans' zipper remained undone. Without hesitation, Harry swiftly remedied the situation by zipping up Draco's fly.

Draco's smile widened as he looked at Harry. He lightly stood on his tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Harry eagerly reciprocated, anchoring his fingers around Draco's belt loops to pull him closer. "No more until midnight," Harry declared with a mischievous tone, causing Draco to sigh in disappointment before heading towards his wardrobe.

Draco stared at Harry for a moment, his arms still raised in mid-stretch. He couldn't believe he had to endure 14 long hours without any kisses from the one he loved. "You're so mean," he pouted, his disappointment evident in his voice. "No more kisses until midnight?" Harry nodded, his expression stubborn. "That's right, no more until midnight," he reiterated firmly. Draco glanced at his watch, realising it was only 10 in the morning.

Without uttering a word, Draco stormed out of the room, leaving a befuddled Harry behind.

With a heavy sigh, he followed Draco downstairs to the living room where he found him sitting on the sofa, an air of sadness around him. "Draco, I didn't mean it like that," Harry muttered, taking a seat beside his boyfriend. His regret was evident in his voice as he tried to mend the situation. Draco turned to look at Harry, his normally confident demeanour now replaced with vulnerability. "You don't understand, Harry. Without your kisses, everything feels incomplete. Especially those kisses where you press me into a wall and kiss me with such intensity," Draco confessed, his voice reduced to a hushed and fragile tone.

Harry's heart sank as he realised the impact his words had on Draco.

He reached out and gently placed a hand on Draco's, seeking to offer comfort. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to make you feel that way," he whispered sincerely. "You don't have to wait until midnight. I can't stand seeing you like this." A glimmer of hope flickered in Draco's eyes as he looked into Harry's remorseful gaze.

He leaned into Harry's touch, finding solace in his presence. "Promise?" Draco asked tentatively. Harry nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "I promise, Draco. No more waiting. I'll make it up to you, starting right now," he vowed, leaning in to press his lips against Draco's tenderly, as if to seal their promise.

Draco kissed Harry back, relishing in their connection, as he slowly shuffled closer to his boyfriend. Just as the intensity of the moment was escalating, Narcissa unexpectedly entered the living room, only to quickly retreat upon witnessing their intimacy.

Concerned, Lucius directed his attention towards Narcissa, questioning her well-being. Narcissa nodded, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. "Draco and Harry were kissing there. They should really be doing that in Draco's bedroom," she responded quietly, voicing her opinion on the matter. Lucius, curious about the situation and its implications, approached the living room door and swung it open.

To his astonishment, Lucius discovered Draco pinned against the sofa with Harry on top of him, intimately kissing his neck. Startled, Harry lifted his head, making eye contact with Lucius, Draco's father. Stammering, Harry called out, "Lucius?" Lucius, displaying a stern expression, stepped forward, his voice filled with authority. "Get off of my son. He's not an object," he commanded firmly. Harry instantly complied, swiftly separating himself from Draco's vulnerable state.